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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 15:38:53 GMT -5
She rather liked this position. It was a rare one. She brought her cheek to rest upon his shoulder, his jaw crossing the bridge of her nose. Her hand sneaked under her cheek so it lifted it out of his shirt so she could breathe.
"This is a new one," she commented softly, with a small yawn of her own. "I like this."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 15:44:54 GMT -5
He closed his eyes just for a moment, taking in all the closeness between them now. His head tilted towards her ever so slightly, again just for that moment. And still, just for that moment, he felt absolutely in love with her. He wasn't sure what it was. Though it was amazing. And he'd really never felt this way being with her ever before. He always thought that they'd change with eachother as they aged, but only now was he starting to feel a desprate need for the constant contact they hadn't really been having the last few days.
"...whhh-what?" he asked cluelessly, not sure what exactly she was saying she liked.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 15:48:52 GMT -5
"You laying down and me cuddling up to you," she closed her eyes, removing her hand and nuzzling her cheek on his shoulder. "It's usually the opposite. Or just us on our sides. I like this way. It's sweet."
Or it made her feel for just that moment that Emmett could be more than a friend. Even if she had Ari. Emmett had never wronged her. Not once. Ever. More than what he could say for her.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 15:58:47 GMT -5
He slipped a corky lopsided smile and stared up at the ceiling of the car. His chest rose and fell sharply as he breathed in. He tried to make little noise, but good see Caylee's hair react from his exhale.
"...You made me look like a geek back there." he pointed out, still dwelling on the earlier events of the car ride. It was on his mind, so he might as well have brought it up to have atleast one thing to tease her about, and so they weren't just sitting there in completely silence. He hated silence.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:02:34 GMT -5
"Aww, but you are a geek," she smiled back to him, her leg nudging his before her foot wrapped around Emmett's. "You're my geek. Remember?"
Not that there was anything to remember, but if Emmett was anything, he was hers. Her Emmie. Her actor. Her geek. Her dork. Her spazz. She could get extremely possessive.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 16:06:21 GMT -5
"I am no geek. Sure, you could call me many things. Geek does not make the list." he stated, as if he had some kind of say in the matter. Yet of course, he did not. He was quite aware of this- the use of trying was far and few. Though he might as well, considering he wasn't feeling too talkative, but you have to talk to keep an actual conversation going. So here he was. He pulled his legs up a bit as he felt the back of her foot rubbing along the side of his socked right one.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:12:10 GMT -5
She pretended to sniffle. Her pout grew as she stared up at him through her black bangs. "S-so... I can't call you m-my geek?"
How dare Emmie! He should know better than to tell Caylee what not to call him. She'd just call him that more often. Or guilt him about it. Either or.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 16:19:12 GMT -5
Or both. Definitly both. With plenty of extra on the side to go with the main dish.
"Stoooop...come on...dooon't." He didn't even have to look at her to know the kind of face she was giving him right now.
"I am nooot... call me anything else, Please." he seemed to be getting more and more serious about it towards the end, and he reached down to fiddle with his socks, making sure the shorts and kneesocks covered his leg. He felt cold so he know they might have slipped down a little.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:21:41 GMT -5
Her eyes followed his hand. Her pout grew into a frown as she got a glimpse of the bruises he was trying to cover.
"Geeky, where did you get those bruises?" she reached down to thwart his attempts of hiding them. "Who did that to you?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 16:25:13 GMT -5
His view shot down to see where she was looking at, as if he'd never looked at his own legs before and had to see what she was talking about, which he didn't have to at all.
"Don't call me that. Give me a break." he begged, still keeping the mood light. He didn't want to talk about it, did she have to talk about it now? Why does she always catch on with everything? He figured she might notice eventually this weekend, but bring it up- why would she? He was always running into things, falling off his bike, etc. And he especially didn't think she'd bring it up so soon in the trip.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:28:35 GMT -5
"Emmett, answer me," she said a bit sternly, looking back up at him. "Who gave you those bruises? You tell me now, or I'll find out myself and you won't like how I'll do it."
Playful as she could be with him, if he ever held things from her, she could get bossy. He'd never hide things from her, just like she'd nev-... shit.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 16:34:36 GMT -5
"What do you mean who?" he asked, giving her attention with his eyes for the first time since they'd laid down together. She was getting upset and he was getting uneasy. He just didn't want her to feel like after what had happened to him she had to go play viking and resort to her middle school/freshman year pay back mission sprawls.
"What makes you think that? Shit happens. You know I bruise easily."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:36:08 GMT -5
"Yea, and you get one or two bruises. Not like this," she reasoned, her voice changing to a softer tone. "C'mon, Emmie. I promise I won't beat anyone up. Just tell me who did it."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 20, 2007 16:42:01 GMT -5
Turning his head away from her, his eyes closed as his face glowed a dull red, he mumbled three names of male classmates he'd been in theatre with last year- but he'd surpassed this year being in the level class right above them. He wasn't thrilled with talking about it, or ratting on them like this. Being as why he never did anything about this shit anway. And obviously he lived through it, so really what was the point. He'd been completely surprised at the growth of the marks on his legs when he'd gotten up this morning. Since last night they didn't seem too bad, just swollen and painful.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 20, 2007 16:45:35 GMT -5
Three boys!? Three boys ganged up on Emmett?! What the fuck was that about?! Those little cowards! Those little fucking assholes. God, just wait until Caylee got a hold of them. They'd pay fo-- Damn. She said she wasn't going to do anything about it. Fuck.
She slowly reached down and pulled up Emmett's drooping sock, covering the offending marks. Her hand then came up to his shoulder, bringing him closer to her, her face now buried in his shoulder once more.
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